I want you to play me like a cello.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

Closure. I loathe that word.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.